In search of wholeness,
the words sit around me...

This paper lantern in lake
was in love with you...

Was it a calculated
risk, when it was poetry...

The godman also had
an underbelly...

Skinned alive, as
an aftermath of speaking...

Penultimately,
I pick up my choice...

Under your baton,
The targets are being...

A veiled threat,
a muffled cry. It was not human...

In shreds,
the day has passed...

A futile attempt to go
for a collection spree...

Encrypting the cause-
of death. Why do you...

Hard and brittle,
the cost of sealing the lips...